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I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
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I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
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You say love is a hell you cannot bear
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And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all i care
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I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
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You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
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This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
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So don't forget what I told you, don't come around,
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I got my own hell to raise
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I have never been so insulted in all my life
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I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
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First you run like a fool just to be by my side
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And now you run like a fool, but you just run to hide, and I can't abide
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I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
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You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
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This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
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So don't forget what I told you, don't come around,
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I got my own hell to raise
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Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
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We're not playing a game anymore; you don't have to be so defensive
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Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
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Don't even show me your face, 'cuz it's a crying shame
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Just go back to the rock from under which you came
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Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
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And don't forget the blame
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I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream
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You got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem
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This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
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So don't forget what I told you, don't come around,
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I got my own hell to raise
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SLEEP TO DREAM
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| Fiona Apple |
